Pussy Shall Play When Hubby’s Away

He’s away again, my beloved hard working handsome husband, and this time he’s decided to leave me all alone for an agonizing four long weeks, damn him and I’ve been doing my absolute utmost to toe the line and not let my frustrations get the better of me. But then four weeks, twenty eight tediously long boring days is an awful long time isn’t it? Phew.

He is away an awful lot now, he’s apologized profusely for it, something to do with this big contract he landed last year that takes him to all four corners of the world, but he’s been a real sweetie and to make up for it he’s bought me so many lovely presents, beautiful rings, sparkling necklaces, bracelets, earrings, you name it, I got it, I could almost open my own jewelry store now and then there are the other gifts he’s lavished on me, the clothing, shoes, and the oh so sexy lingerie, at this rate I’m going to need another walk-in wardrobe. But I’m not complaining.

And in his prolonged absences, his understanding that I have certain lustful cravings, desires, shall we say that I simply have to fulfill and in an attempt to stop my straying and him being an absolute sweetie of course, to help me while my time away he’s bought me sex toy after sex toy and while I’m ever so grateful to him at the relief they’ve given me, I’m sure that I’ve had more sex without a man than with but now the toys are out of hand, the numbers I’ve got that are literally lying around the place could easily satisfy a largish harem, have them moaning in orgasm for months on end, the place doesn’t just seem to be just crammed full of them, it is crammed full of them, if I opened that jeweler’s store I could easily open a sex shop right next door to it.

I can’t moan though, not in that way, after all making a woman moan is what they’re designed to do aren’t they, but as ingeniously arousing as they are, and credit where it’s due, some of them I have to admit, are highly innovative, but they can’t possibly ever replace the real thing now can they?

There’s one toy called a rabbit, an aid that has the ability to simultaneously pleasure a woman in both her love canals. Now that’s a marvelous invention if ever there was one and I must confess it is one of my favourites and if I’m desperate it does take some beating. Frequently as I press it into action getting it to fill those intimate parts of me my absent husband is unfortunately unable to fill himself it’s been able to get more than one or two squeaks and squeals from me, I can tell you.

I mean, the flesh is weak, isn’t it, especially my flesh that’s constantly yearning for attention. Loads of attention! I want sex! I need sex, and nothing less than the real thing will suffice. If I were a man, constantly erect is what I’d be.

Since he’d flown off early monday morning to wherever it was he was going, (he did tell me where, but I was daydreaming again as usual, some delicious hunk I’d been reading about) I’d so tried to do my best, been a good girl, but by Wednesday, after I’d somehow clocked up two whole days without sex, I found myself fighting temptation, this time hankering after one of the sales assistants who worked at Harrods, a smart looking young man who’d helped me a few weeks ago, assisting me while I’d been trying on some saucy new suspender belts and I’d noticed him in the mirror, giving me wicked glimpses now and again, the naughty boy and by the time I’d left the store I’d given him more than enough to keep his young cock stiff for days. Kevin his name was. ‘Well look out Kevin,’ I thought to myself Wednesday morning as I sought insufficient relief from one of my toys, ‘Cos’ I’m desperate and today yer gonna get nailed big time.’ (to be continued)